A Poem
I am unemotionally void
and underwhelmed with
the state of my very being
My indifference is irreverent
and my feelings irrelevant
as I stare into space stoicly
Words are noise while
noise becomes anti-silence
as I sleep through it all
Inside I feel nothing
a gaping hole, a scar,
a broken piece…
A Poem
I feel like crumbs on a plate
left over from a hurried meal
and long forgotten
Remnants of time lost
inside a memory shredder
just leaving strands of paper
with our words, torn
This is what I am
a castoff, an errant particle
wishing he was whole again
But crumbs…
A Poem
I want to be the soft underbelly
so I can stop trying to keep up
with the outward appearance
of always being objectively fine
I just want to curl into the flesh
and be held, body to body,
to return to what it was like
to be held in the soft underbelly…